After the Divorce, Me and My Tyrant Ex-husband Got Transmigrated as a Farmers in the Ancient Times

Several nearby houses were lit up one after another, and the men all put on their clothes and carried their lights to see: "What's the matter?"

"A thief is in the house!" Xia Qianqian replied loudly, calm and not panicking at all.

A few lights illuminated the little thatched house. The thatched house is small and it is clear at a glance.

Father Jiang was still faint, half of his body in the house and half of his body outside. And Jiang Li clutched his severed hand and shouted: "My hand is broken..."

In the middle of the night, the father and son ran to a widow’s house. Everyone knew what was safe. Yang Neng asked angrily, “Jiang Li, what are your father and son doing?”

"I, we..." Jiang Li was sweating in pain and couldn't speak well.

"When I heard a thief in the middle of the night, I picked up the stick and hit it. I didn't expect it to be the Jiang family." Xia Qianqian turned her wrist flexibly, pointed the stick at Jiang Li, and sternly asked, "Say, you came sneaking in the middle of the night. What is my family doing?"

"We're just passing by!" Jiang Li certainly wouldn't admit to doing bad things by himself.

Yang Neng said: "Making a fool, can you pass by to someone's house? You obviously have other plans."

"Their family is so poor, what can steal?" Jiang Li refused.

Yang Neng said, "What if you are a figure person?"

"Nonsense, who cares about them?"

"Then what is this?" Xia Qianqian picked up the fragrance on the ground and showed it to everyone, "If I hadn't been awake, I would have been fascinated. Tomorrow morning, the folks can only see me and my mother hanging on the beam to commit suicide!"

The evidence was conclusive. Jiang Li couldn't stay young after all. He couldn't answer, his face was anxious and his eyes dodged.

"I might as well tell you that if I dare to take my mother and sister back to the village, Xia Qianqian will have the confidence to gain a foothold in the village! No matter what the jackals and tigers or leopards, I'm not afraid! Come and hit one by one and two for two!" Xia Qianqian announced loudly , The voice is cold enough, the confidence is enough, and the momentum is strong enough.

In front of all the folks, Xia Qianqian slammed the stick to the ground. With a click, the thick wooden stick with small arms broke into two pieces.

Jiang Li shuddered so hard that he felt the stick hit his hand. The hand hurts even more...

The villagers looked at the fate of Jiang's father and son, and they all respected the little girl: a lot of strength! What a mad power!

At this moment, Father Jiang woke up, got up and touched the back of his head and yelled, "Which one would dare to beat Lao Tzu?"

"Me." Xia Qianqian replied crisply.

Father Jiang was stunned for a moment, looked at the current scene, and asked Jiang Li in disbelief: "Is she really hitting him?"

"Father, it's her, I broke my hand..." Jiang Li cried.

Father Jiang looked at his son's hand and almost didn't faint: "Xia Qianqian, you little bitch..."

Xia Qianqian picked up another stick from the ground and moved forward with the stick aggressively. Father Jiang subconsciously stepped back: "What are you going to do, dead girl!"

"Which little **** are you scolding?" Xia Qianqian's stick has pointed to the bridge of Jiang's father's nose.

Father Jiang got used to his prestige and stumbled on a little girl one after another, holding back his stomach. He raised his hand and grabbed the stick, and said sharply: "Just scold you! Little bitch, little bitch..."

Xia Qianqian drew out the stick fiercely, flicked his backhand, and hit Father Jiang's leg.

"Aw—"

Father Jiang jumped up with pain, and jumped to his feet.

"I'll ask you again, who do you scold?" Xia Qianqian asked with a stick.

The thin body exudes unparalleled momentum. The cold moonlight shone on her, adding a touch of coldness.

"I just scold you!"

Without a word, Xia Qianqian waved another stick.